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I'm fallin' up of stairs
myself from the sidewalk
Jumpin' from rivers to
in pure air

Hip hop is lyin' on the of the road
Half dead to
Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like
Stuffed an over sized record bag

Tuba lips swollen beyond
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at wedding
The ring bearer bore bad
Minister of Information the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's the wrong song
Dissonant chords find like nooses
That nigga the chair from under my feet
Harlem shakin' from a but still on beat

Damn, that is tight
That found a way to sample the way the truth the light
Can't to play myself at the party tonight
are gonna die

Cop car swerves to the side of the
Hip hop takes its last
The cop scrawls vernacular on a yellow pad
Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd freestyle

"You have the to remain silent"
"You the right to remain silent"
An' maybe you should have, maybe you should
your bullshit manifested

These thugs can't fuck with me, too thugged out
Niggas think I'm out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than

So where my aliens at? Girl, we all
This system ain't for us, it's for rich
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

to Hip Hop
Dear Hip Hop,
This shit has too far, stop
Please see that turntables an' are returned to Kool Herc, stop

The are dancin' off beat, stop
The of ceremonies have forgotten
That they were slaves and have neglected
The of this ceremony, stop

Perhaps we not have encouraged them
To use microphones
For have walked too far from the source
An' are a lesser frequency, stop

Please inform all interested
That cash nor have been included to list of elements, stop
We are our line of braggadocio
In light of the current in 'Realness', stop

As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' weed
An' replacin' them with magic
In hopes of helpin' see beyond their reality, stop
Give my regards to

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too out
Niggas think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger black

So where my at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for people
An' you rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get

These cats can't with me, I purr purple
Sold, increased, toe shell like a
I the streets like the lie that I'm tellin'
One listener grips me and starts

I see through speakers, I speak what's
I eat and shed, I sleep and
I walk the streets of London like, "'Know I mean?"
An' chillin' a momma, eatin' crib soy beans

It's that